Lanvin rides

"I decided to ride my bike north on Clark, why?"

"Just wondered which direction you had traffic rubbernecking."

"He lives off of Wrightwood."

"And you carry everything on your bike?"

"I do."

"Right."

"Of course, OK, so this is my third visit with him and this time we were doing more breathing and and some movements."

"He's buying it."

"I have his attention."

"Of course."

She scans the room and then reaches for her glass and sips. "I find that we have to keep going with some people. I won't deny that it feels like there are two people in the room, one disabled listening intently, an another one who is trying to create something between us."

"You mean me? But in this case mentally disabled."

"Yes you, which we can discuss later, with me sipping from a glass with an olive accent."

"You knew this type of shit would happen."

"Of course and this isn't a complaint. The point I am trying to make is I see it now; I see people who are asking for help--flailing their hands, you know? Save me from this person, they seem to say."

"This person that is sizing your legs up for their evil experiments."

"Yes." she winks.

"So he follows your prescription."

"Not his foil, but the other person is listening intently."